I’m on my way to chemo number SIXTEEN. I’ve now had FOUR treatments of AC, three weeks apart, and TWELVE weekly treatments of Taxol, with only one week off (when my legs stopped listening to me).
What a year.
Today is my very last chemo of the year, and HOPEFULLY for quite a long time. I am so very very excited.
I’ve worn the same pink converse tennies to every teatment. They’re easy to slip on and off in the high chemo chair, and their brightness gives me a little smile when I glimpse them throughout the day. They’re fightin’ shoes. I’ve often worn the same pink and white striped hoodie to treatment too. Pink is the color of awareness and of fighting cancer, and I’ve spent this year doing both. I’ve worn them proudly with my bald head (okay, the hoodie does go nicely over my head when it’s cold in the chemo chair) this year, and it’s, by and large, been a success.
Today I will get the news from my medical oncologist (the one who oversees the chemo) that this is my last chemo and it’s ok to proceed to surgery as the surgical oncologist (the one who cuts) recommends. I’m sooooo excited. I’ve got my new films and reports ready to go. Got my crosswords. Got my new book that I bought on our chemo date last night. Fresh bread from a friend is toasting downstairs, and it and chocolate milk (also in my chemo bag today! what a treat!) are coming with me in the car for breakfast if I run out of time (hello, blogging!). I’m almost giddy about going to treatment today, because I’m confident it will be the last one.
So confident that I’m wearing red (my signature color) today instead of the pink hoodie. I’m ready to start moving beyond chemotherapy, and, soon, moving beyond cancer.
But I’m still wearing my pink connies. Just in case.